Luyện nghe bài hát Banks of the Pontchartrain

Well I'm goin' back where my garden all year
the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain
And I'm goin' back to my green eyed there
We will dance along the banks of old Pontchartrain

As I've grown pale the streets of Montreal
the voices ring like bells in French-Canadian
And the stand imprisoned till the thaws
I am alone at and dream of my own Pontchartrain

me to the station
I am late to catch my southbound
And I'm gonna call my Libby
She will be waiting by the tracks I roll in
Oh I'm gonna across America
Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain

These old rails shake like through the night
Soon I'll have my green eyed arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my cousin by his side
Oh her hair will flow in like on Lake Pontchartrain

Take me to the
I am late to catch my southbound
And I'm gonna my cousin Libby
She will be waiting by the tracks when I in
Oh I'm gonna roll across
Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain

Well I'm goin' where my garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks in the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green lover there
We will dance along the banks of old Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Pontchartrain

And here the train, and it goes